“Mitch said you’ve been brewing that batter for a whole week. “Alright, we’re here.”
“Dude, I’m not going in there.” I had let Mitchell drag me into a lot of stupid situations that turned out to be kind of fun or that at least gave me interesting stories to share at parties. I climbed that chair and fucked that girl as hard as my conscience let me, considering the fragile bundle suckling between us. She pulled on her sleeping baby until it unlatched from her teat and bent over to put them in the stroller, tits dangling and bumping like fresh melons on a vine. “Alright big boy, lie down on the floor, I haven’t had my workout yet.”
I was beginning to feel more comfortable after the praises of my first performance and didn’t hesitate this time. I squirted rope after rope on her tongue which she suckled and swallowed with more intensity than the babies at her breasts. I was ready to apologize at the first sign of disgust or rejection as my juice-glazed cock reached smelling range. Emboldened by my friend’s forwardness, I walked my dripping cock over to the first MILF I had noticed when I first came in. After a couple of minutes, I resorted to pretending my shoelaces were loose to not look like I was actually stalking
